You looked at me
like no one had ever looked at me before.
You saw my scars and my flaws
and you loved me anyway.
You managed to see through my anger
and chose to focus on the good in me.
I had never had that before.
Never shown that level of comfort
that overwhelming feeling of being wanted.
It was new and surreal to me.
I fought it for a while
I couldn’t accept that someone,
That you could love me
But, you did.
I write my poetry to help me deal with my mental health state. I find writing down these words a real help. I'm a husband and father of 2. A grassroots football coach who suffers with mental illness. Writing really soothes my soul much like music.